The cold breeze outside the restaurant felt strangely calming after everything that had just happened inside.
Soft wind moved through the trees surrounding the private outdoor area while the lights from Manhattan shimmered in the distance.
Honestly?
It looked peaceful.
Unlike Adrian.
Because beside me—
that man still looked one inconvenience away from financially ruining somebody’s entire bloodline.
I glanced sideways at him while we walked slowly across the stone pathway.
Then sighed dramatically.
“Okay no.”
Adrian looked down at me slightly.
“No what?”
“That face.”
“What face?”
“That terrifying CEO serial killer face you’re making right now.”
“I’m not making a face.”
I stopped walking completely before pointing at him accusingly.
“Yes you are.”
Silence.
Then finally—
